Trigger warning: Bullying, harassment and violence. Readers' Discretion is advised please read with caution.
Inside the room, Yin Song who was left alone looked at the many records of the songs that his mother had written and played for her audience, the very same audience who sneered and made fun of her once she lost everything.
He touched the old records, with a hint of obsession in his eyes and muttered, "Don't worry, mother. I will make them pay for what they have done."
Sooner or later, he would make those people bow their heads in front of his mother's tomb. They would be very sorry indeed.
* * *
Three hours later, Ren Lin walked out of the restroom of the coaching centre after spending her time bullying her mind and learning the mathematical principles of middle school grades although she was an elementary school student.
"Is it her?"
"Yes, it is her...I heard that she is infected by gloom."
